Now I have been fighting alcohol and d**g addiction since I was 11yrs old I was pretty much a full blown alcoholic by 14 and it was tough getting to 2...1 years old when I went to rehab although I did straighten up completely for about a year I have demons in me that just like to party so I quit drinking altogether as I was going to kill myself or worse someone else and if you have never had to battle any kind of addiction feel very blessed although we all have our demons as much as I hate. ”“Like what?”He looked to daddy for support and came up blank, he looked to the kitchen, but Diane and I were impotent to help. “Well, it’s like rugby songs.”“You’ll have to give us a verse or two.”As we walked back in the room the look on his face was incomparable.“Maybe another time, mummy,” I suggested.“So,” asked daddy, “do you go to support all the matches, Luke? Tina has told us she has got a bit of an interest in the game now.”Diane laughed out loud. “Daddy, Luke is the university’s. Are you sure you want me to do this?”“If you say I need it, then go ahead. I’ll try not to holler, so the young’uns won’t think I can’t take it.”“Eli, it’s alright to be human. Holler if you feel the need to,” she said as she held a cloth beneath the wound and poured whiskey over the open bullet holes.Eli stiffened every muscle in his body. He grabbed her knee and squeezed so hard, she thought she was going to holler! He never made a sound, just closed his eyes as the tears welled up in. Emma Jones was descending the stairs, and those of us with our noses pointed skyward were rewarded with a glimpse of Emma's snowy white thighs as they rose to form the crack in her heart shaped bottom.Emma reached the last steps, and I coldly ordered her to my office. As I closed the door, I stated, "Emma it appears you forgot to put knickers on under your school uniform this morning." Emma kept her head lowered, and brushed her long straight blond hair from her face, pushing the strands.